Title: Naturally, Charlie
Author: S. L. Scott
Release date: Re-launch June 25, 2013
Genre: Contemporary romance
Age Group: New Adult/Adult
Cover designed by: Jada D’Lee of Jada D’Lee Designs
Twenty-five year old Charlotte "Charlie" Barrow is caught between her old life, and the one she is beginning to build, when she crosses paths with a handsome stranger on the subway. Not looking for romance, she closes her heart off to the possibilities of love. With a knack for mishaps, Charlie maintains her sense of humor while befriending the kind stranger who seems to be there at all the right times. New York freelance writer, Charlie Adams, is forging his own path beyond the expectations of the society circles of his childhood. Rejecting family money, and fast-lane friends, he is snubbed by his family as he follows his own compass to a life more extraordinary. Through a coincidence of events, they come to rely on each other for comfort. This is the tale of two Charlies learning to trust again while fighting their fates to create their own destiny.
About the Author
S.L. Scott has a degree in Journalism and is the author of the novel, Naturally, Charlie, and several novellas, including Sleeping with Mr. Sexy and Morning Glory--all currently available on Amazon. Pursuing her passion for telling stories, she spends her days escaping into her characters, letting them lead her on their adventures. She is a Contributor to Huffington Post as well as writes for her own blog along with several other popular sites.
Travelling, music festivals, and surfing are a few of her hobbies she loves, but she doesn't get to enjoy on a regular basis. She has an obsession with movies, a varied taste in books, and collects Fitz & Floyd teapots. With a memory full of useless trivia facts, and a Keurig addiction, she loves a fun night in with her family as much as a loud night out with her friends. Scott lives in the lively city of Austin with her husband, two young sons, and two Papillons, enjoying life in the beautiful hill country of Texas.
“So what brings you to this part of town, Charlie?”
He plays with the straw’s wrapper before wadding it between his fingers. When he looks up, he says, “You do.” He shrugs. “I missed you.”
He always makes me smile, but I laugh lightly, too, because I like that he missed me. “You missed me?”
Leaning forward after looking around us, he whispers, “Yeah, I missed you. Is that so strange?”
No. Not strange at all. I’d been thinking about him since we parted after dinner yesterday.
“What?” he asks. “Are you laughing at me because I can admit I missed you?”
“I think it’s great you can admit you missed someone, and I wasn’t laughing.” I giggle.
“That. That right there is laughing.”
“No, that’s giggling.”
“Aren’t we too old to giggle?”
“Speak for yourself, old man,” I tease.
He laughs now, but turns away when our number is called. Tapping the table once with his palm, he says, “I’ll be right back.”
I watch him as he walks toward the back of the small restaurant to claim our order, enjoying the view.
Damn it! I look out the window when I’m busted staring at his ass. When I look back, he’s gloating—I mean smiling—all the way back.
I try to tamp the heat I feel that wants to redden my cheeks, giving my guilt away, but I think it’s too late.
“Here.” He sets the food down in front of me. “Eat and maybe that will distract us enough to not talk about the fact that I just caught you ogling my ass.”
“I wasn’t ogling.” I feign annoyance at the accusation, although I totally was ogling.
“You were sooo ogling.”
“I hate you, Charlie.” I laugh, joking with him.
“Yeah, I hate you, too.” He teases with a smug smile set in place.
I seriously love our friendship.